12/14/2023
Gunsmoke is on the road to recovery for equine gastric ulcer syndrome 🐴💙
Quote of the day: “I’m sorry.” – Dr. Kate speaking to my credit card
Yes, I have her permission to share.
No, I do not have Gun’s.
That’s why I chose to buy a horse who can’t speak English. I’ve also taken steps to make sure I don’t learn any other languages just on the off chance one of them is something he can speak. Not taking any chances with him forcing me to sign an NDA.
Gunsmoke has the dreaded word.
Ulcers.
I know you thought I’d say he’s a vampire, but (sorry to burst your bubble) he sucks money, not blood.
Although this page is technically Gunsmoke’s, since he is not a vampire and therefore does not scare me, this post is going to be about me and he can’t do anything about it.
Last night I said I didn’t know what a scope was going to be like? Guys, I had the most up close and personal experience with scoping that I think a non-vet-human can have.
I had to push that camera tube thing around in his nose🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢
I know that’s an excessive number of emojis, but a picture is stronger than words and that is 100% what I felt the entire time we did this procedure.
Suffice to say that after watching that camera look around in Gun’s nose and esophagus and stomach… well, I have seen more of my horse than I ever, ever, EVER wanted to see.
You thought sheath cleaning was hard on me?
Bbg, I promise you, sheath cleaning is the least of my worries now. I am a totally different person tonight from who I was this morning.
Me before this scope was a cheerful, care free, pink nail polish Barbie.
Me after this scope is Ken. Post Barbie break up Ken. Except I don’t have a dojo mojo casa house, or a cool jacket. I just have me, and a whole lot of pictures of the inside of my horse’s stomach.
Yeah, that was by far the weirdest airdrop I’ve ever accepted. I wonder if Apple knew what kind of pictures would be sent when they created that feature? Surely didn’t think it’d be insides of horse stomachs.
I’m grossing myself out, so I will wrap this up and go watch a true crime tv show. You know, something less gross and traumatizing to soothe my nerves.
So, Gun has massive ulcers. Grade 4. Of 4. That’s a red flag for him. Like what is he doing to give himself this? Maybe he should try not being so stressed about shadows and hoses??? Like idk, just a thought for the horse who has none.
Dr. Kate is also now what I consider to be a hero. Not only because she apologized to my card before swiping it for that massive bill (my insurance company is going to block delete me after this), but because she’s really good at sticking a camera up a horse’s nose. I never thought I’d be in awe of a skill like that, but it was definitely something to see.
Don’t ever want to see it again, of course. That’s a one and done kind of deal. Like when we were kids and made a mud pie and it looked so beautiful we decided to take a bite. (Let me live in my fantasy where we all bit our mud pies at least once. Please don’t tell me I was the only one to make that choice)
So, now we’re onto 28 days of treatment. Someone send me a get well soon card. Not Gun. Me.
I’ve got to figure out how to get 22 pills and a tube of liquid gold down his throat every day.
Gun might be sick, but I’m going to be in grippy sock country before this month is over.